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Mal moves, leaning over the side of the couch as I hold her tight, preventing her from face planting into the hardwood.

She slaps her hand around, looking for her pants. Finally, she finds them, and retrieves her phone. Her body goes rigid in my hands as she looks at the screen.

“Mal? What is it?”

She gets up without another word, answering the call.

“Hello?”

Her naked body moves, scooping up the ghost blanket, and wrapping it around her.

“Yes, absolutely. Are you okay?” She asks the person on the other end of the line.

“Yes, he’s here. I’ll let him know and I’ll see you soon.” She pauses for a second, listening. “Okay, I’ll call you back. Drive fucking safe.”

She hangs up, dropping her phone on the island, completely lost in thought.

“Mallory,” I say in that tone that snaps her back to reality. “Who was that?”

“Victoria.”

“Oh! That’s great. Is she coming over? Should I go get you guys something to eat?” I’m up and off the couch before she can answer, sliding my grey sweats back on so I’m not caught in the buff.

She doesn’t answer me, and it’s unsettling as fuck. She doesn’t look happy after talking to Victoria for the first time in months, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth so hard she’s sure to draw blood.

“What are you not telling me?” I grumble, somewhat demanding.

Her whiskey eyes rise to mine, heavy with concern and compassion. “Greyson didn’t come home after his shift last night.”